Chapter Thirteen

God I was so warm. My gods everything was so warm. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. Somehow, subconsciously, I knew opening my eyes would remind me of my situation and I didn't need that right now. I needed to be away, I needed to rest, I needed to guiltlessly throw my guards to the floor. I wanted to stop fighting. Just for once. Needed to stop fighting.

I felt the effect of years of restlessness balanced on my shoulders. Felt the warmth of home in my bones, in my guts. How good it felt to feel so snug, warm, protected and secure. Nothing could hurt me now. I could sleep. I could relax.

A smile pulled on my lips as I drank in the warmth I was experiencing. Do I use the word warm a lot? How could I describe it as anything else. I could try to find another word for it yet in the end that was the only one I needed. I was so warm. Joy tingling around the walls of my heart.

My mind wandered as I tried to remember how I got here. I was feeling faded, my mind coming in and out of consciousness.

I took Roy home... Lit a fire... We were dancing to that song by Jarod...

I searched my brain for answers. Why was I... It all came flooding back at once and suddenly that same cloud of weight fell upon my shoulders again. I remembered the crying, my own pathetic sobbing. How he forced me to follow and held my arms so far above me that I now had sore muscles.

He took me. The fucker wanted me back after all he'd done to me. That asshole just fucking kidnaps me. I was too pissed to breath.

My eyes flickered open and I squinted through the light of the bright room before my eyes came into focus. I twisted onto my side and there was a digital clock on the bedside table, it was didn't seem to be working but judging by the dull light outside the lamp lit room I had been sleeping way over what I hoped. I had been so taken with the chance at undisturbed slumber I never thought to try to reason and wake myself.

I groaned softly. Where were we going from here? Would he expect me to stay? Could I escape? Was he genuinely going to force me to stay by his side? I was stronger now. He may be an alpha and the pack members I had yet to recognize may be mi nature hulks but I would take them all on.

My hands traced the soft covers a little before moving up towards my face with the intent of rubbing the bleariness out of my eyes.

I jumped at the sound I made and then jumped once more at the sight of the things around my wrists. Holyshit. I was in chains. I had fucking chains around my wrists... Like not even thin chains, huge clunky chains you see in those horror movies. What. The. Fuck.

This had to be some kind of awful joke. WHAT ASSHOLE CHAINS THEIR MATE? God dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit! What the fuck Castus, what the fuck?!

I checked to see my legs were free and turned best I could to see how the chains connected from the wall behind the bed. There was a metal panel about the size of a pair of sockets that the chains were clipped to, they were pulled around the frame of the bed and clipped to each side of it giving my just about too little room to reach my eyes and clanging terribly loudly every time I attempted to.

What was he thinking? What was he thinking chaining me like this?

The loud clanging no doubt woke everyone in the... Well the wherever the hell I was, I couldn't make it out from the room I was in.

I mean it had no windows, there was a large panel TV hanging above the mantel piece about four meters away. Two sofa chairs. The bed I was in was nothing but comfort and the rug was a night time dark blue. Honestly the room was beautiful and not in anyway pretentiously designed like I'd expect of Castus.

Still. I hated it because I couldn't move properly. God knows how I slept through the night with my arms bound like this. The shackles on my wrists were nearly twice the size of my actual wrists.

I screamed a little out of frustration as I pulled, once again, on the chains that bound me. I wanted to rip it from the sides of the bed. Constantly hoping that maybe the bed was not made out of wiron like the chains. Yet it seemed as though everything was enforced.

I smelt Castus's scent way before he entered the room, and even before that, sensed his presence. Now that didn't take much skill. The man had a beast of a presence.

"Hello." He said. His low voice calmed me just a little. I made sure it did not show and in doing so left myself more tense then ever. "Good morning."

Still I said nothing. I just watched the silence grow with odd satisfaction. I hoped I was making the bastard uncomfortable. God just as that thought ran through my mind I realized how much I wanted to scream at him, reason with him, explain to him. I needed to ask why the fuck he chained me.

"You're one stubborn little brat aren't you." He grumbled.

I glared at him and I knew if looks could kill everyone within a six mile vicinity of me would have exploded feet first.

"We need to talk Sven."

I growled but pursed my lips. I would not talk to him. I hated him and he needed to just piss off and leave me alone.

His eyes were growing dark and angry as he watched me ignore him. He would not last much longer and if I was honest I was afraid what retributions there might be but like he said I was a stubborn little brat and I would not give in to 'what ifs'. The man was being sent to Coventry and it was so much less than he deserved.

"Say something Sven."

I just looked away. God I was dying to talk to him. I just really needed to talk to him.

He growled and the sound shook my down to my bones. In frightened retaliation I growled back with almost equal vigor before I could hold myself back.

"You will talk to me now or I will find an activity more worth my time. Involving you bent over my fucking knees!" He shouted the last part and I was already shocked.

My heart was beating too fast for me to catch up. Would he really do that? I know an alpha should be able to carry out punishments to keep their mate in line but something like that... Just seemed kinky to me and the Castus I knew would never touch me like that with a five foot prong.

I tried to wipe the visual from my mind, unsuccessfully. Why was that situation so appealing to me? Fuck. No more thinking that, no more imagining Castus in that way or I'll bring on the heat early.

I shuddered at that. The heat. I'd almost forgotten. I was going to be in the same space of land as my mate during the full moon for tonight. That was going to be hell. How was I going to resist his smell? His heavenly candle, pine and musk scent. It was already getting to me and it was no where near night yet.

Castus pulled me from my thoughts when I looked up to see him stalking over to me, his walk predatory and goddamn dangerous as fuck.

"No. No." I said as I scrambled back in the headboard a bit, once again my fucking chains clanging about with their awful noise. "I'm talking! I'm fucking talking okay?! What do you want!" I pulled my heavy arms in front of myself and and calmed immediately as he fell to a stop.

He was obviously still annoyed because I could feel the rage just swimming in the air. I didn't want to piss him off any more than he already was. He almost looked ready to flip me through the air and do just as he promised. The man was scary as hell.

"I spoke with my parents today."

"So?!" I asked, wondering why the fuck I should care.

"They told me my birthday might have been set on the wrong date."

I stared at him, still wondering what his point was. Then, in the middle of glaring at my knees, I realized exactly what he meant.

The reason I had known I was his mate the day before his birthday was because they were celebrating it a day late. So maybe he had not meant to break the automatic vows of a mates trust when he cheated on me a day before yet it still fucking hurt, the damn visuals still stuck in my brain like it was yesterday.

And then to have it topped off with rejection I knew was coming but could never appropriately prepare myself for was just the pits. Could it get any worse?

"I don't fucking care." I growled.

"I did not mean to betray you." He said softly.

I gave him a long growl, glaring at him through my narrowed eyes. "Oh and let me guess... You rejected me on accident too!" I fake laughed so hard I had to hold back my tears.

He looked down, for a moment his eyes soft and just about, just about, vulnerable before his eyes hardened again and the color of steel swam through them once again.

"You intend to hold grudges?"

I turned my glare back on him, fire in my eyes. "Are you fucking kidding me?! Castus you cheated on me, humiliated me in front of everyone I'd ever known and grown up with as you rejected me. I still dream at night of that moment with me on the kitchen floor as you shook the living hell out of me telling me how pissed you were it turned out to be me.

"I was crying Castus, sobbing, you looked me in the eyes, me your mate, looked me in the eyes and told me flat out you didn't want shit to do with me." I wiped my index finger across the very corner of my right eye, trying to hold back the tears crowding them. "So to answer your question, yes, I will hold a fucking grudge against you as long as I damn well please!"

I couldn't even face him. Not after that outburst. Whatever happened to keeping cool and ignoring him? Why did I always do the opposite of what I intended! I couldn't keep myself from telling him everything, every time I spoke to him I found myself spilling my guts. I needed to find a way to stop myself.

I just about heard his sigh. "Making me feel bad in advance for what I'm about to do." He grumbled.

I wasn't sure if I was supposed to hear that or if it was supposed to be directed at me but of course I did. I mean we were in the same room. He must have known I would hear it.

What did it mean though? What was he about to do to me? I don't think I could take much pain. If it turns out he's got some sort of secret sex chamber dungeon I'm so out you won't even see me go. Trust me I will find a way out.

Okay. Nervousness is making me joke but I was honestly petrified by that. I wasn't even sure if I should address what he just said. A part of me screamed that I should and another knew I would just end up in tears after another emotional outburst.

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

He just looked at me. Then sighed. "You must be hungry." He was all he gave me before he left the room, the door still open before he came back in with a silver rack of trays. I could smell the good food from here. It smelt fucking glorious. But nothing could distract me from my curiosity.

I needed to know.



[A/N] Oh God you guys are gonna HATE ME so damn much you're going to think I'm trying to see how much I can just piss you guys off before you try to murder me in my sleep. (Unsuccessfully.)